Chapter 640： turmoil

The self-detonation device failed to activate and lost its function under the violent emp shock wave.

Even more bizarre, even the alarm trigger in the room failed and went on strike, and did not respond to the death of the security soldier.

"How...how could it be possible?"

He looked at Tang Fang's face with a deep puzzlement in his eyes.

Just as he would not tell Captain Tang about the efficacy of the medical equipment, Captain Tang would not explain to him.

After solving the security soldier, the ghost agent raised the agr-14 electromagnetic gun in his hand and released the "ultrasonic pulse" skill.

When the staff member fell into mild fainting, a long thorn needle took the opportunity to pierce the back of his head.

With the help of the neuroparasite, those useful memories hidden deep in his mind were selected and displayed one by one in front of Tang Fang.

The entire scientific research facility has such laboratories from the 10th to 12th floors... Its practical "laboratory" is not appropriate, and it is more accurate to use "enhanced room".

Because those medical instruments are not used to dissect the human body, but are used to inject various nutrient solutions and enhancers into human tissues and organs.

After seven days and seven nights of indoctrination and adjustment, the physique of the condemned prisoners will be greatly improved, and the life indexes such as strength, agility, endurance, explosive power, and immunity will be close to the limit that ordinary humans can reach.

Of course, this kind of modulation has a price, not everyone can survive, nearly half of the people will die at this stage. Those modulated humans who survived are also not perfect, and such enhancement will seriously overdraw their vitality, and they will die one after another in the next 5 years.

According to the memory of the staff in the fortification room, those who died during the preparation process will be transported to the conversion room on the 8th floor for destruction, and new fortifiers and nutrient solutions will be refined and recovered through biological facilities.

Those who persist in the preparation process will be sealed in a petri dish. Wait for the next step.

The room on the 4th-8th floor is called the implantation room. The staff does not know what the specific function is. However, it can be concluded from the name that something should be implanted into the human body. It may be a self-destructive device in the brain of a member of God’s armed forces. , It may also be a heterogeneous gene fragment.

The rooms on the 2-3 floors are called quiet rooms. There is also no specific function introduction.

There is also the bottom layer, which is divided into three areas, one is the specimen area, the other is the observation area, and the third is the central control area.

Tang Fang felt sorry because the staff member was not the core management figure of the scientific research institution. Knowing is extremely limited, he must find other ways to obtain God-armed human body modulation technology and samples of Ypsilon tissues.

In order to avoid unnecessary situations, he directly put the target in the central control area on the first floor, where there are not only management personnel armed with God. A central database is also equipped to store all scientific research materials.

Next, the infected person was instructed to swallow the bodies of the staff and security soldiers, put on protective clothing for harsh environments, and walked quickly to the operating table in the second experimental area.

Because the small room where the operating table is placed is made of soundproofing materials, Churchill didn't know what was happening outside, and he was a little nervous when he heard footsteps approaching.

"Hey, buddy. Slow down, how about we chat?"

This product is really different from Howson, greeting someone else's mother without a mouth. He didn't use the words of digging at the ancestral grave.

Suddenly he thought it was fun. He used the voice synthesis system of the harsh environment protective clothing to simulate the voice of the security soldier and said, "What are you talking about?"

Churchill said in a seductive tone: "I know a secret, I believe you must be very interested."

The security soldiers were not interested, Captain Tang didn't know, he knew he was beginning to be interested. I wanted to know what tricks this guy would play, so he said in an impatient tone: "Stop talking nonsense. Hurry up."

"Hey." The gunner said in an excited tone: "Did you see the guy at the door?"

"Huh? That thin and short guy?"

"Yes. It's him!"

"What's up with him?"

"I'm telling you... he is not a kid at all, he is a stunning ladyboy! The ladyboy... the ladyboy knows? If I were you, I would definitely not give up this eye-opening opportunity."

Churchill was like a big bad wolf who coaxed a little girl with rhetoric. The insane tone was simply fake.

Tang Fang’s face was green. Unexpectedly, this guy suffocated such a fart for a long time, stepped forward and stroked the black cloth over the gunner’s eyes, and said loudly, "You bastard, see if I am Who."

He wears a devil mask on his face, and no face is visible.

No need to look at the face, just listen to the sound.

The expression on Churchill's face was wonderful, and he stammered: "Old...Boss, how...why...is it you?"

It was clearly the voice of a stranger just now, how did it suddenly become the respected Captain Tang?

He pulled out the butterfly knife between the leather boots and said coldly: "Shemale?"

"No, no, no... Boss, don't get me wrong, I was just talking about it for fun."

"I have no alternative!"

Tang Fang reinserted the butterfly knife back into the middle of the army boots, turned and walked out of the second experimental area.

Churchill struggled hard, and said bitterly: "Boss, I was wrong, I confessed...I'm a bastard, you...you are coming back."

He walked into the third experimental area without looking back, picked up the black cloth with a knife, faced Sec Bakar's stunned look, and pressed the unlock button on the console.

Click, click, click.

After four crisp sounds, the confinement equipment on the operating table was unlocked.

Sike started from the operating table, his eyes still blank. Staring blankly at the stranger covered in black armor.

The devil's mask is terrifying, the flashing red light of the electronic eye looks evil, and the half-human sniper rifle will definitely not be a hole when hitting a person. I believe that leaving the whole body is a technical problem.

"It's time to get up, good man."

Sike finally understood that the devil-like person in front of him was his prison friend who was stronger than Jin.

What happened last night, and the scene that happened before my eyes... So he did it all.

"who are you?"

"9527."

9527 is his prison number. It is on the cup in the cell and on the sign on the bedside. There is also an orange "vest".

Seike Bakar is one size smaller than him, "9526".

"I'm asking for your real name."

"My real name... My last name is Tang, and my name is a square character."

"Tang... Fang? Tang Fang?!"

Seck is absolutely thrilled with this name, not only because Captain Tang is a man of the world today, but also because the warden has asked him to recognize his ally with Captain Tang. He insisted on sticking a word "Tang" on his body.

He really has nothing to do with Captain Tang, a dime... nothing.

Now, with...

He doesn't believe that there are false gods called "gods" in this world. He believes that there is a power beyond nature in the world that can affect the growth of all things and cause and effect reincarnation.

Some people call it destiny. Some people call it good fortune, and there is also a poetic word-fate.

He suffered a lot because of the name "Tang Fang", and now Captain Tang came to rescue him.

Life is so wonderful, you never know when and where it will be. Who met and what happened.

"Why are you still stunned?" Tang Fang said, "I'll assign someone to send you out first."

Seck Bakar then woke up, nodded, and solemnly said, "Thank you."

Tang Fang waved his hand to indicate that he was not polite, and led him out of the experimental area, and handed him over to two ghost agents to look after him, telling them to wait for the time to come and listen to his order to **** Sek to leave.

Arrange everything properly. Finally, I walked back to the second experimental area and looked at Churchill who was about to cry on the operating table and said: "Dare to do this next time, I will let you be an authentic ladyboy." After that, press the unlock button of the confinement device. .

He knew exactly what Churchill thought. It was nothing more than fooling the security soldier to provoke himself in the first experimental area, and forcing himself to do it quickly, he couldn't hold it, and secondly, he also had the idea of ​​borrowing a knife to kill.

This guy's thoughts are indeed much more delicate than a rib.

"Don't dare, don't dare."

The artilleryman jumped off the operating table and took the fire bat armor from Tang Fang. Wear neatly at the fastest speed.

Tang Fang walked to the door and said softly, "Let's start."

The moment he gave the order. The power supply of some equipment in the strengthening room on floors 10-12 was interrupted, and the operating table confinement device was opened one after another. The security soldiers responsible for guarding outside the security gate were assassinated and blew themselves up.

When the harsh alarm sounded through the entire building, the doors of the fortification room opened one after another, and more than 40 prisoners rushed out of the room, some hesitated, picked up the blood-stained assault rifle on the corridor floor, and rushed towards Elevator entrance.

Krivana implemented militarized management in the "Gypsell" territory. Under such an environment, even teenagers knew how to use guns. Now they fall into the hands of these executed prisoners. What an effect.

One after another researchers wearing white long coats were killed, fell into a pool of blood, and then exploded into a ball of minced meat.

God's armed forces immediately blocked the elevator entrance and the two roads leading to the central hangar. A large number of security soldiers rushed out from the lower floors, gathered together, and went up the stairs to clear the rioting experimental body.

Some of the modulated clones successively liberated their arms, transformed into the most powerful killers, and started hunting down the rioters who had no way to go to heaven and land.

The glass curtain wall on the other side of the corridor shattered one after another, falling from a height of tens of meters into the sand dune under the circular patio, facing the high-power searchlight of the dome, reflecting the dazzling light.

These death row prisoners are not even a mob, and their strength is naturally far from the opponent of well-trained security soldiers, but strangely, they can't rush to the 10th floor pass no matter how they rush.

Those clones with strong offensive power will always inexplicably die before they are about to tear the prisoners' defense lines. The corpse explosions they produce after death are much stronger than ordinary security soldiers, and they are very easy to spread to their companions in the rear and block the corridor.

Taking this opportunity, the condemned prisoners who have been retreating will regain their strength, form a new line of defense, and continue to suppress the advance of security soldiers.

If it continues to be consumed in this way, the superior security soldiers will surely win the war and wipe out these mobs. It's a pity that things are not going well. I don't know who broke the container of the previous experiment that was used to successfully overcome the difficulties of anesthesia. After they woke up, they immediately joined the death row inmate group and launched a retaliatory attack on the security soldiers.

At the same time, six large men in heavy power armor suddenly appeared on the battlefield, and greeted them with loud voices, one black and one yellow: "Guys, charge me and smash their chrysanthemums." A frantic attack was launched inside the corridor.

The big man in yellow heavy power armor ejected a burst of blazing flames. The narrow corridor is no different from a natural oven. Those flame vortices tumbling all the way down, igniting groups of security soldiers and turning them into fire men. , Either fell down the stairs or exploded into countless pieces of charred meat.

The screams are endless, like the terrifying waves hitting the cliff, in addition to the pungent black smoke, there is still a smell of meat overflowing.

On the other side, the corridor guarded by the big man in black heavy power armor was more dynamic. While those grenades that were powerful enough to compare to the tank’s main guns bombed one security soldier after another, they also collapsed the staggered staircases. The large-scale collapse killed countless poor worms.

The bullets of the striker-type assault rifle hit them either by flying or being squashed, making it difficult to penetrate the thick outer armor. Only modulated clones can pose a powerful threat to them, but unfortunately limited by the narrow terrain , Faced with heavy firepower falling from a height, it is impossible to go up against adversity.

The condemned prisoners stood there in a daze, not knowing the origin of the six big guys that suddenly appeared. Some red-eyed guys followed their buttocks and shot towards the corridor.

The smell of blood and meat aroused the wildness buried deep in their hearts, they danced laughing, yelling frantically.

I thought that this time I did not escape, I would be killed as cruelly as a white mouse in a laboratory. How did they know that there would be a dramatic change, now what they have to do is to kill the security soldiers, and then escape from here, as for escape They never thought about where and how to escape.

There are also some more clever prisoners who suspect that the first 6 people are wearing the Kingdom’s latest Holy Commander grade trial power armor. They rummaged through the rooms and opened various doors with red eyes. "Education Army", ordinary "pilgrims" are also fine.

Manic emotions are easily contagious.

They are like a pack of mad dogs, all in a mess.

Medical equipment was smashed, electronic facilities were blown up, various tanks were smashed, explosions and flames gushed out from every room.

Howson and Churchill seem to be the leaders of this gang of fanatics, and the scene before them excites them, as if the blood all over their bodies was ignited. (To be continued)

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